Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 260

A sleek Mercedes screeched to a halt behind them. Before Devin could hear the rest of the conversation, he was already on his way over.

Joy jumped out of the driver’s seat, sporting a cheeky grin that screamed, “Gotcha, didn’t I?” She squinted her eyes and chuckled, “Hello there, my admirer.”

Devin almost choked on his own words, gnashing his teeth, “Leanne, didn’t we agree you

wouldn’t tell her?”

“I can’t betray my friend for you,” Leanne stated, her priorities clear. “I had to ask if she was even interested first.”

Why wouldn’t Joy be interested? She’d love nothing more than to buy a billboard in downtown Stonebridge to announce that Devin, the rascal, was utterly smitten with her.

Strutting with an exaggerated swagger, Joy teased, “Come on then, let’s see how you plan to woo me today.”

Gritting his teeth, Devin muttered under his breath, “Woo you? I’ll woo you to death.”

He held his temper, turning to assist Leanne with the grace of a courtier attending to the queen, “Leanne, watch your step, there’s a stain.”

The onlookers at the entrance were speechless.

Leanne, feeling overly pampered, withdrew her arm, “I’m not a baby. Stop fussing over

me.”

locals and those who’d ventured abroad or traveled extensively, found Devin’s

half were just as clueless about the situation, only aware of one thing that Mr. Curtis was now treating Leanne in a very

her with,

rest followed suit in greeting her.

like a scene out of a drama where the boss’ lady receives homage

but caught sight of

a forced smile

a superficial courtesy, promptly looking

glanced around, unsure of how to

witnessed the drama unfold years ago, they

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the two

inside,” Devin called

interior resembled a small cinema, adorned with floral decorations that added a

staggered rows facing a massive screen, with the best seat in the house, marked with Leanne’s name,

seat, where a spread of fried chicken,

setup was for Joy, wondering why she wasn’t seated

her as she popped an iced cola, scoffing, “Really? Your master

you don’t like it,